THE SECRET AND TEST OF FAITH.
By British Evangelist
"I WILL bless the Lord at all times!"
'Tis difficult to say,
When heavy clouds are overhead,
And not one cheering ray.
It is easier to bless him
In bright and happy hours,
When the sunshine is all golden,
And paths are strewed with flowers. "I will bless the Lord at all times!"
Bless him for everything;
Some choicest gifts are wrapped in clouds,
With a message from the King;
There must be shadows here below,
All sunshine would not do;
For it could not make the landscape
So beautiful and true. "I will bless the Lord at all times!"
Oh, this indeed is rest;
Here we find faith's deepest secret,
Its surest, constant test,
To prove that it is really strong,
If it will bear the strain
Of some constant, weary pressure,
Or sorrow, grief, and pain. "I will bless the Lord at all times!"
This sounds so very clear,
For the ring of the true metal
Is heard through ages here;
The exercise of faith is good,
More precious far than gold;
It is not counted much on earth,
In Heaven it can be told. "I will bless the Lord at all times!"
Through every cloudy day,
When earthly schemes are blown upon,
And lonely seems the way.
My Lord will never make mistakes,
At all times he is right;
It is my blessed privilege
To "walk by faith" not sight.
—British Evangelist.